What's all that stuff about dodgy bars in Bugis Street?
I was once savouring a rather nice dish of chili crab [accompanied by a delightful bottle of 1970 Anchor] at a respectable eating establishment in
Bugis Street. I spotted a matelot at another table across the street, with one of those disgusting transexual people forcing itself on the the poor chap. I went over and warned him that his companion may not be all that they seemed and he told me politely to "F*ck off and mind my own business!" Serves him right if he woke up next morning with a sore bottom, thats what I say. What?
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Through difficulties to the cinema